tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70134032011-04-22T10:15:36.757+08:00doodles created from the mind of this 20-something girl during her jeepney rides, taxi trips and solitary walks. But most of the blah-blahs here were birthed in-between her source coding and document handling at work (shhh dont tell her boss eheh). She's no wordsmith. Just an ordinary kid who somehow found certain joy in writing down pages of nonsense thoughts and silly words. =) not much. nothing fancy fancy. just her regular yakity yakity yack .watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.comBlogger1331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1157621570559017472006-09-07T17:22:00.000+08:002006-09-07T17:32:50.576+08:00

if you're reading this... that means the auto direct is not working (again!!) :)im moving out of my old blogspot hive and moving to a new place called wordpress nyehehehe :)come.. visit me WindChimes or windchimes.wordpress.com see you there!

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Thanks for making me this happy :) "Don't Need The Sun To Shine "It's been a whileBut your smile alwaysBrightens up my dayI guess you knowBecause it showYou can see itOn my faceFeels likeYou've put a spell on meFeels likeYou've captured meAnd honey, This is how I feelDon't need the sun to shineTo make me smileDon't care if it's dark outside'Cause I've got youAnd though the rain may fallNo I won't

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Last weekend the Aprilfools together with our keychains (ahem!) had a blast in the Sand and Sun of Moalboal. We rented a house by the beach and spent two days of fun, music, food, chika, pictures and (of course!) music video. We gave our own version of Friend's OST, and had a crazy time fooling around the cam. We know it will take quiet awhile before we'll have something like this again, since

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Im sad. Well not bawling-my-eyes-out-with-mathcing-blank-stares-at-the-wall kind of sad... just sad. And crazy as it sounds, because im still feeling the after taste of the dream i had last night... or this morning. .. whichever applies... ambot... haaaaaaaay .. :(

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Eversince I've met james, my fascination with motorbikes resurrected. I don't get scared when we speed up or when we trail on a very bumpy road going uphill. I remember then when we were still "just-friends", that i would ask him if he could speed up a little... kay murag genggeng kaau ug dinaganan hahaha joke... he was being too careful man gud cause he thought i would freak out. heheLast night,

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He came at a time when i really needed a friend. He didn't came rushing into my life, He came, like a slow turning wind, not wanting to cause any change in me, he's just there. And i didnt really think of anything other than friendship to pull through what we have. He's the wind, let him come and go. Befriending the WindBut that wind, understood my pain. That wind understood my fear. That wind

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Just last sunday Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao wowed the world with yet another winning performance in the boxing ring. Another hat's off to one of the modern heroes in our country. Throughout his fame and many boxing titles won around the world, he has remained humble, soft spoken, and never fails to remind the Filipino people how this is his way of bringing honor to the country, his way of making a

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i had been feeling a little under the weather lately. A few hacheeww here and there had been my regular OST for the past few days. Been told by my self-appointed personal doc (hehhe) his own diagnosis of why this is so, which i wouldn't even try to list down cause that in itself is another whole blog entry. Just before lunch i was called at the lobby... and yey!!! Strawberry jam , Peanut butter

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waaaaaahh so busy with work stuff ... i got this really wonderful surprise last night. After taking me home safely amidst the rain, he took out this personalized box which he painstakingly made for me a day before. And inside is a necklace and a pair of earrings... hehehe i thought ring na! eheheh joke!! :)Thanks for the wonderful surprise. Thanks for taking care of me. Thanks for being there.

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I watched Gary and Zsazsa's Faces of Love Concert last night at Waterfront. I was kind of disappointed before the concert began cause tickets were not sold out as expected. There were few empty seats in the audience area. But nevertheless, it was great. The performance, the music, the guests... t'was superb. The show showcased the many faces of life and love. And I’m glad I was invited to watch

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it's my birthday! It's my birthday!OverwhelmedSunday morning and im here in our kitchen writing an entry on what had been the best surprises (yes, plural) i had ever received. I hope this post could do justice on just how wonderful my 24th birthday had been. But i know that words would just pale in comparison on how grateful i am ... as in.... im still floating. I feel so loved and just so

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Lily and Lloyd, Lots of LoveI was invited to host a friend's wedding reception last weekend. It was just a perfect summer weekend getaway. It was held at Bohol. Home of my all time favorite white sand and cool waters, Panglao! Both the bride and the groom are good friends of mine. And playing even a small part on their day of celebration was just something i couldn't say no to. The wedding was

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Its Aprilfools day!! Nope this is not a delayed April 1 post. It's Aprilfools Third year anniversary here at our office. From 26 young, vibrant, cute, gorgeous, sexy, creative, wacky and fun individuals from different parts of the philippines...April 21,2003 batch of Trainees... came the Aprilfools! (*insert fireworks hehe*)To celebrate our TREEsary (3years.. three=tree corny noh? hehehe...) we

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GOAL!I love this movie ! Not that the cutie Kuno Becker who played the character of Santiago Munez didnt help a bit.. hehehe.. :) It is a feel good movie, one where you know that things will eventually work out for the main character. And you just wait there, with your mind not really doing a behind the scene what-could-be-next analysis. But that didnt count as a negative vote though, cause

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twinkle twinklemy sweet dearhope you're finethough im not nearwatch the stars right now, tonightforming rhythmsin the skythey will watch youas you napwait for the suntill you wake up :)have a sweet sweet night everyone :D

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Not even a whisperhas suchcomfortingtouchthat has grantedme havenin anotherwiseunresting walk.Not even anymemoryhas granted mesuch sweet blossomsin my earlymorningwakefulness.Not even myhaunting thoughtshad held mein a speechlesssmileknowing tomorrow'sgoing to bea better one.Not even mecan keep the windfrom coming in,blowing my way,taking me,making me its own.

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My family and i moved to a new place last weekend. Moving in to a new turf is not that easy (even if in our case, its just a few blocks away). But we forgot all about that cause we are just so excited to start again in our new home. Another blessing indeed. I can't wait to take out all the stuff from the boxes. hehehe. And man oh man! we can't believe how many boxes i used for the stuff in my

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early morning flightLast sunday, i was up so early to prepare myself for an early flight going to the land of nihon-jins. A few weeks earlier, i got an invitation for a business trip for our company in japan, and now the day has come. It had been a tiring time at the office. With the project release, and the pressure getting to you. Na blackout jud ko sa ako gibuhat. but anyhow, im here now and

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Am so far away from home now...this will be my place for the next few weeks...posts about my current journey will be up soon... =)pictures shows view from my hotel window...and the one near Tokyo Tower[update under construction]

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the title above "Sharp (#) UnDefine"... would be the best way to describe how my conversation with a certain frend started at the dawn of last saturday while rendering overtime at the office. The identity of this person, as per request, is to be kept in utmost secrecy by yours truly.. or else i would have to pay the consequence of having my business trip invitation to Japan be considered null and

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Whew! So busy with work lately .. tsk tsk .. so sorry for everyone who's been droppin by my blog and havent read anything worth their time.. hehehe.. assuming na kaau ko that some pips actually keep track of wats been happenin to me... hehe... basi pa diay beh.. ahaha. As if any of my posts here ever did make sense.. hehegrabeh talaga c God! ... hope by my next post il be doing it from my new

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This song moved me to tears last sunday while in church. Perfectly describes how much in awe I am of God's faithfulness and graciousness over my life. He is just wonderful, overwhelming... just everything.His strength is made perfect in my weakness. He is my strong arm.Everything by LifehouseFind Me HereSpeak To MeI want to feel youI need to hear youYou are the lightThat's leading meTo the place

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Happy Valentines Day everyone ! February had always been categorized as the love month. Where people litterally paint the town Red. When National bookstore ran out of Red cartolina papers. Eto na nga yun, ang Lovapalooza month... :)Last night I attended a pre-valentine party with a couple of friends. (see pix) There was a part where the host shared something from the word, and i couldn't help

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note: im feeling too lazy to blog so kapoy ug english hahaha...Last Saturday, me and a couple of friends from the office volunteered to join the Gawad Kalinga Housing project. I was soooo excited!!! hehe.. You know me naman, volunteer stints like this always makes me happy.There were a few bloopers along the way though. But that didn't dampen our spirits as we continue on to our journey towards

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*.. always did love this song by EHeads... someone sang it for me somehow today... hehe.. now i cant get it off my mind... hummm.. hummmm.. thanks Frend! hahaWith A Smile Lift your head, baby, don't be scaredOf the things that could go wrong along the wayYou'll get by with a smileYou can't win at everything but you can try.Baby, you don't have to worry'Coz there ain't no need to hurryNo one ever

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note: im letting it out. My blog. My thoughts. Don't tell me otherwise. Dont Worry This is the last. I just have to let it out.You keep on pushing me... so here it is... i can't let you hurt me again. So stop it. Dont ACCUSE me of lies. You know me better than that.You tell me I'm selfish?... because i won't be as close with you as we were before?You can't have your cake and eat it too... go

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note: photos are amateur shots taken from my digicamhosting by Photobucket" align = left> Ode to the mooni have always been fascinated with the moon. i've written a couple of poems and stuff about it in the past. It's unique serenity and calmness that hovers over the night. Last week, friday the 13th, in a spur of the moment decision, me and a friend went up to one of the peaks of Busay and

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been listening to blessid union of souls songs the whole day. Can't get enough of them... :)seems like repeat forever ang settings ani na songs hehe : hold her closer and i wanna be theregives me an idea in my head, but im still toying with the thought though... we'll see nya5 minutes more and im off from work... then off to somewhere after. :)just droppin by my blog. p.s: axie's flight will be

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The past weeks hadnt been easy for me. I wouldn't try to sugarcoat the pain by saying i wasn't affected. At first it had been hellish. Later then did i realized the truth in what i always say to my friends who comes to me for comfort, "always leave something for yourself." But i don't regret anything, not even a bit. I know this works both ways and because he tells me so. I don't know where i'm

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note: sorry if most of my entries lately are tied up on one subject alone... im just thinking out loud,... coz if not.. tsk tsk .. try not to think of the alternative i was browsing through peyups forum and came across this thread about who initiates a break-up. And one answer just hit so close at home that i just couldnt resist but post it here... by taga-peyups : It's more of FAIRNESS.

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i was freshing up in the comfort room after my lunch nap, when one of our supervisors came in. I was then about to brush my teeth, here's an excerpt of our short exchange :her : u look better na dime : po ? (i was caught of guard cause dli mn jud kaau mi close)her : i mean, u look better na, looks like ur doin better na. Compared to the last weeks where mechanical kaayo imo smileme : hala klaro

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Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my

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note: ang sumusunod ay pawang kathang-isip lamang ng may-akda. Ano mag pagkakatulad sa totoong buhay ay hindi sinsadya... Bato bato sa langit, ang tamaan... buti nga :) kumusta ka na?ok lang.masaya ka ba?siguro.eh noon, masaya ka ba?oo.swerte mo no, dami nagmamahal sayodi nga eh, hirap. ayaw ko ng may masaktan. masama ba ako?masama? di naman. pero, masama ka man o hindi, may masasaktan. At ngayon

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Seems like just yesterdayYou were a part of meI used to stand so tallI used to be so strongYour arms around me tightEverything, it felt so rightUnbreakable, like nothin' could go wrongNow I can't breatheNo, I can't sleepI'm barely hanging onHere I am, once againI'm torn into piecesCan't deny it, can't pretendJust thought you were the oneBroken up, deep insideBut you won't get to see the tears I

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When will the pain end? Everyday I'm trying hard to heal. It's not easy to just let go and forget about what happened. I can't sleep alone, I've been sleeping in my sister's room for the past nights. I can't remember the last time i went to bed without shedding a tear.When will the pain end? Just when i thought I've somehow made progress, i wake up and it seems as if a big heavy rock is placed on

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Back when i was in college, we were having problems at home and the next thing i know i was packing my stuff and was leaving home. It was Midterm week then at UP. Exams and reports were up to my neck. I just feel so alone then. I was just a baby christian, I was new in my faith. the only comfort i hang on to during that time is that I have God. That was the time I even started calling God my "

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have u ever heardof the storyabout the chick who flew?she went up the treeand looked down belowunmindful of the dangerand the pain that lurksshe closed her eyes...and dived head firstit was flying for hera split second ofblissnot to feel the groundbelow herand only the windsetting the paceand when sheopened her eyesto see whereshe's headedthe cold groundstruck herand her insidewas openedher guts

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Play for me the days which had been the best daysof my lifePlay for me the nightswhich had me wishing not to endPlay for methe walks whichwe took, looking for that restothat we never get to findPlay for methe laughsand smilesthat ends every meetingeven after each cryPlay for methe memoriesthat haunts my nightsand taunts my daysand tell me again why they have to endPlay for methat song which you

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Like a thousand needlespiercing my insideseach moving at a fast phaseone after the othernot allowing me a spaceor a fraction of a second just to breatheLike poison in my bloodstreamswallowing me up wholean antidote which is nonexistentproves to be my only hopeof salvation from this infinite hellish painLike a dementor's kissthat sucks out evry ounce of happiness i desperatelytry to cling toa

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some good things are just too good to be true. the past months have been the most happiest of my life. I would never trade it for anything else. If i were to live my life again, and given the chance to relive the past months , i certainly would. He knows that. Even if fate would mmultiply the pain, i still would go through it again. Cause i have never been happier. And i have never felt more

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seems like a hundred years already

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I never really thought how much my writing means to me until just the other day. Imagine yourself preparing a gift for a friend or someone special. You waited the whole day to give that present to that someone, and trying to stop yourself from imagining all sorts of would-be reactions. "Ah, a simple thank you would be enough", you say to yourself. "Hmmm, a comment or a hug wouldn’t hurt”, you add

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i dont know what it's liketo be the love of a poetbe the words behind her rhymebe the rhythm in her sleepand be the moment that takes her breath awayi dont know what it's like to be the water drowning her painbe the blanket covering her skinand to be the pillow witnessing her dreamsi dont know what it's likebeing the comfort she curls herself inbe the reason behindher smilesand be the hand that

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1131688713818526542005-11-11T13:57:00.000+08:002005-11-12T10:37:01.546+08:00

somebody sang this one last night... tnx :)One And Twoby James Iha you and I are one and twoif you count we were both torn in twoyou and I are one and twoboth our hearts beat as one didbut is it ok, but is it ok if I runaway,is it ok when your love has faded awayif I hold you tight and never let goif I hold you tight and never let showI feel all around me I know its youyou and I are hopeless

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1130145968463535632005-10-24T17:09:00.000+08:002005-10-25T14:53:11.470+08:00

Funny how you could go through an extreme of two emotions in almost the blink of an eye. Well, perhaps blinking would be far too fast. But then, you know what I mean right? Those moments when you don’t really expect anything to happen, and then something incredibly good happens. Something unexpected and yet you just want to freeze these moments so you could convince yourself that indeed they're

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1129276790336468862005-10-14T15:40:00.000+08:002005-10-22T18:22:52.336+08:00

hmmm... i guess when things are going too fast you just lose control over them. though it feels good to lose control and just let go of everything else and be swayed by whatever is happening around you, there are just some things that you just have to take time with. I don't know if its just me or hmmm.. perhaps its just me, and my ever complicated way of trying to make some sense out of things.

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1129182794119489362005-10-13T13:51:00.000+08:002005-10-13T13:53:14.123+08:00

please dont compare me ... i really dont like it. :(

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I wish it was already sunset, and I’ll be out from the office. I wish I could again have a nice long walk. I miss having long walks. Perhaps with a friend at my side, or I guess its fine even If I’m all by myself. I miss me at times too. Walking, enjoying a conversation in my head. Recalling past conversations. I wish I could feel the wind at my face. Not the binded aircon filled air in the

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1128484656065094012005-10-05T11:54:00.000+08:002005-10-05T13:48:36.000+08:00

Lois:You know, if somebody had asked me three days ago who the one personin the world I admired most was, I'd have said you. But, without reallyknowing what that meant. Without understanding that the hardest thing aboutbeing you is all the things you can't do. All the cries for help that youcan't answer, and how that quietly tears you apart. But it never stops you.And after living a little of

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If a mirror has two faces then what or who is that other me staring back? Could she be someone who is totally opposite me, or perhaps just a shade lighter or darker than who I am now?Would she remain to be a stranger to me forever? Or do I know her already and yet, somehow refused to acknowledge that I am she, and she is I. The confusion and realization that we cannot completely know us. The

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1127898107464241072005-09-28T16:56:00.000+08:002005-09-28T17:13:24.050+08:00

got events coming? debut? weddings? parties? birthdays? get-together? private functions? In need of invitations? Worry no more.. add some spike, spunk, attitude and personality to your invites! Contact di'Signs to take care of your personalized invitations. hehehe... mura true! for those of you who doesnt know, i have this little business going. Personalized invitations if i may describe its

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i watched Must Love Dogs last night with Patty, Axie, Alex, Charlie and Marlon. I love it !i dont care about the reviews it got from the critics, but i can fairly say that its a good movie. Its a feel good flick which makes you laugh and leaves you with that certain tinge of hope in the end. Its realistic and wacky. John Cusack is gorgeous! hehe.. oh i mean, he was great in the movie.

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1125632836460285982005-09-02T11:36:00.000+08:002005-09-02T11:58:30.090+08:00

For the past few days ive been following the news about the disaster that has left new orleans in shreds. My heart goes out to the families of those people who have died with the ordeal. With thousands feared to have drowned when the monstrous huricane Katrina hit the city, it is said to be the worst natural disaster America has faced in over a century. With majority of the city underwater, the

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1125553560287277782005-09-01T13:37:00.000+08:002005-09-01T18:36:11.286+08:00

while i was pondering which among my drafts for a possible blog entry do i feel like finishing, i got this email from my friend jang. Just when i thought "hmmm, i should lay low for awhile writing anything which connects to love and all those other mushy stuff", but hey... the topic invited itself in. Hehehe.Here are a few of the famous lines of Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte from Sex

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1123228350444214852005-08-05T15:50:00.000+08:002005-08-05T16:32:09.586+08:00

"I miss you,” said the boy as he attempts to bring the girl closer to him. She has her back to him, leaning against him as they sit in the living room of his cousin's place. It's past midnight already, and his cousin is busily dozing off in his room. Well, he hope he is, and not feigning sleep to listen to the hush conversation emanating from the living room. "I miss you," he said again as he

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1123127058696483282005-08-04T11:24:00.000+08:002005-08-04T11:44:18.703+08:00

pn : pano ba wag malungkot?wm : others would say deny that you're sad, or don't think about it, or conquer it. Pero siguro... just let it flow. Kung may isip man ang lungkot, alam nya na di siya welcome sa buhay mo.pn : naisip ko siguro hindi lahat ng tao pwede mahalin. Siguro unlovable ako. Siguro may mga tao na for a short time lang pwede mahalin, tapos for the rest of their lives they will

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1122445772016041702005-07-27T14:18:00.000+08:002005-07-27T14:50:04.240+08:00

When a ghost from my not so distant past came rushing back a few days ago, I found the walls I have painstakingly built slowly shaking. What do I expect more from walls made of weak bricks that are hastily raised there by my feeble attempt to escape? But why the walls. Because as much as I like to think of myself as an "open" person, there is still that part of me which thrives for

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1121762814844249872005-07-19T16:45:00.000+08:002005-07-19T16:46:54.850+08:00

we met at a timewhen there was nothingbut the moon to cover uswith the cold crisp windblanketing ourshivering skini met you at a timewhen the cloudsshy away from the moonand the sky so brightwithout starsi met you at a timewhen the pavementis lit by sliver of moonlightand daunted only byshadow of some strangeri met you at a time whenthe face hidden by the moonchose to smileand wink at me with

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seasons and reasonsthe wind turnsa new leafseasons and reasonsa star burstand fades outseasons and reasonsthe tide changeand waters ebbseasons and reasonsa painful goodbyeand a sweet helloseasons and reasons10:30 am.watermarkNow i have a better understanding of why certain things have to happened. Though i can't say for certain that i'm seeing the big picture or that i've finally connected all

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1118979879133841552005-06-17T11:35:00.000+08:002005-06-17T16:09:07.893+08:00

 It had been awhile since i last visited my alma matter student's official website. And surprise surprise... i had one of my old pieces published over at PEYUPS . Panglao was written early half of 2004 and reading it again (after almost forgetting about it) somehow gives me a different feeling. There were a few UPIANs who posted their comments and i found myself enjoying their take on the

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1118727346976636842005-06-10T13:31:00.000+08:002005-06-17T15:49:49.783+08:00

Isang Tagpo. Titigan. Halos matunaw ako sa aking kinatatayuan sa tindi ng iyog mga titig. Mga matang umanoy hindi mapakali hangga't hindi nakakakuha ng sagot sa mga tanong na bumabagabag dito. At wala akong nagawa, at wala akong ginawa kundi ang hayaan kang titigan ako at basahin ang bawat lihim na kayang dukutin ng mga titig mo. May mga aninong dumaraan sa harap natin, sa tabi, sa likod, ngunit

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1117011465925612172005-05-25T16:53:00.000+08:002005-05-25T17:02:01.136+08:00

Hundred Dreams i think ive dreamthof a hundred songsfor when i woke upi could still hear ahint of a sweet melodyi think ive dreamthof a hundred sunsetsfor when i woke upi could still almostsee the light to duski think ive dreamthof a hundred butterfliesfor when i woke upi could still feel the cushionof the grass under my feetas i run with themi think ive dreamthof a hundred dreamsfor when i woke

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1116398798889443942005-05-18T14:44:00.000+08:002005-06-17T15:50:34.583+08:00

Funny how it is that every time we are to choose who would take much hurt given a situation, we would often choose our self. "Ako na lang yung masaktan, wag lang siya". Let me take the blame. Let me take the pain. Its ok, I can handle it. Why is it always like that? Why can't pain be shared by those involved? Why are we so generous with others but not on our self? Why do w often put our self last

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1113205931861110532005-04-11T15:34:00.000+08:002005-04-11T16:00:11.883+08:00

People Lie, Numbers Don't This is the famous tag line of the new tv series NUMB3RS. According to the info i got from the site, it first aired just january of this year and CBS is now considering doing a second season for the show. I was able to download a copy of the first 3 episodes from the office. Hehehe, yep, one of the perks in workin' at a software company. It's a hub for almost anything

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1112255750697950372005-03-31T15:33:00.000+08:002005-04-05T14:55:48.673+08:00

Last Saturday, I went to visit my best friend from highshool at the hospital. She just gave birth the day before that, and to say that I'm excited bout it is an understatement. My friendship with magin has gone a long way, and the same goes to her better half, nathaniel. We've known each other for almost 10 years now. The friendship started when we became classmates back in first year high. Then

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1111125786999269252005-03-18T14:02:00.000+08:002005-03-18T16:01:34.286+08:00

for someone so beautiful ... your heart amazes me You Amaze Me amazing how you move me with just your smilethe glint in your eyesthat leaves me breathlessamazing how you touch me with your wordsthat takes the placeof where your hands should beamazing how youmake me feel lovedwhen i dont have enoughof it to give myselfamazing how youmade me realized that its ok to wantsomething and someone (as

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1110434486838373272005-03-10T13:52:00.000+08:002005-03-10T14:01:26.840+08:00

how does a falling leaf fall so poised and unhurried to the ground?? doesn't it know that the ground is but a hard earth to rot on?? err... leaves dont think ... good for them

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1109914821425394882005-02-28T13:37:00.000+08:002005-03-04T14:56:12.053+08:00

I just got home a few days ago from a two-day getaway with my friends from the office. Aprilfools as we call ourselves. (Why the name? now that deserves an entirely new entry). Here are some photos from our trip.. feel free to visit the link :)hehhe.. lazy me huh?! :) Snorkelling at Apo Island Dolphin Watching at Bais Casaroro Falls at Valencia 

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1109092569827331772005-02-23T00:48:00.000+08:002005-02-23T16:07:27.800+08:00

12:30 ami just got home from a short rendevouz with my friends. My all time best buddies. i havent been myself the whole day, i missed out on some stuff at work and was just walking like a zombie in limbo. (for more details check on my previous post... arrgh!)got a text frm Vanessa (Abad, as we fondly call her)... then the next thing we know we were already having dinner with miongski in Food

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1109037709112937992005-02-22T09:52:00.000+08:002005-02-23T16:08:46.806+08:00

I just did the most stupid thing in my life so far (last night actually). And now my mind is battling whether i should waste much energy trying to regret what happened. It’s just so damn stupid! :(Actually right now.. I don't know myself anymore. I don’t know what I really want, what I want to do, who i am, who cares for me and who even gives a damn about me. Ever been to a point in your life

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1109155341849473852005-02-14T18:12:00.000+08:002005-03-06T12:59:53.223+08:00

Happy Valentines everyone.. :) ok so, hows my valentine?... hmm... it was .. nice. really nice. i didnt have anything planned... anything romantic that is (for the obvious reasons hehehe). but this is how my february 14th was spent ...it was an unusually busy day in the office. Dealines were set that evening or early the next day. Some of my officemates had to reschedule their dates because of

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1107487520751437172005-02-04T10:36:00.000+08:002005-03-07T17:44:37.953+08:00

hmmmm... i havent posted anything for awhile now.. and yet so many things have happend during the past weeks:here are some:- another addition to my list of bloopers in my nonexistent lovelife... early last month i met this guy, his name is ian(yeah i know one letter short for my name).He was the bestfriend of one of my guy friends. Next thing i know he's been calling me everynight in the house.

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1105090072519686322005-01-07T17:09:00.001+08:002005-02-23T10:31:38.716+08:00

Im in YOU! im in YOU! (thats inq7.net for those who didnt know hehehe)Care for a thimble?one of the longest poems i've written. I did this one while watching the movie peter pan (i don't know what's with pan, but i seem to like it a lot. Hook (the movie) was my fave). a fairytale but so close to home. :)an excerpt of the long poem below: :)but the child who never grows up existed only in this

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January again. Resolutions. New beginnings. Closing chapters. Locking doors. Looking Back. Sigh. Another new step. I hope I had given last year some justice. Looking back at it now, though it wasn't all that perfect, I owe a lot to 2004. I have grown a lot. It has served me a variety of dishes, which made me view things differently and widen my taste in life. I remembered the January of last

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1104826448299498142005-01-04T16:11:00.000+08:002005-01-04T16:14:08.300+08:00

i got this link from a friend about what kind of soul i have. http://www.blogthings.com/kindsoulquiz.html hmmm... lemme see what's my soul type You Are a Dreaming Soul Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you awy from this world So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all... But for you, following

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1109135719686015362005-01-03T11:50:00.000+08:002005-02-23T13:30:58.876+08:00

came across this poem written by nats, a former-schoolmate, former-officemate, but still, definitely, a friend. She's no longer working here in cebu, she's now back in manila, trying to grow her roots there. To say that nats is a great writer is an understatement. So to say that im honored to have this poem written for me by nats.. is the ultimate understatement of all hehehe. Just want to say to

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1104824616093222332004-12-17T15:26:00.000+08:002005-01-04T15:51:46.470+08:00

somebody wrote the following poems for me. they're one of his really really early pieces and i am just grateful na at least he got to write one (ok in this case, 3) for me. Thanks lil' bro :) Heaven's Gate Sitting in the sand Waiting for someone to call Hoping you still remember The one who promised to love you forever Sitting in the sand Crying a river Still hoping and praying you will

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1101984421801292442004-12-02T18:38:00.000+08:002005-03-04T15:35:15.090+08:00

written for me by Noel. Hehe don't be fooled, he's no macho-man quite the opposite actually...hehe not a candidate for my elusive first hahaha... Could you be His Angel something 'bout the way you smileand the way you brush your hairsomething 'bout the way you movewith glow and oh so fairhow you made him smileand made his little dreams come truesomething special about the way you do something '

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1101983858345916382004-11-30T18:36:00.000+08:002005-01-05T09:21:56.420+08:00

i guess all us of has that longing to fully surrender ourself to someone. letting go of everything you have, and just be stripped down to your very core. i dont know, hehehe must be that feeling of wanting to take the risk to the point of being stupid. Wandering thoughts... your vacant eyes that haunts the night lures me in a sweet trance your groping hands that tells its tale denies me of

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1104827543308541152004-11-04T16:18:00.000+08:002005-02-23T10:52:35.366+08:00

youngblood now serves 11 Minutes, A book Reviewhahaha.. my first ever book review. (char!). Thanks inq7.net for featuring it!! :)what's it about? ... about love and sensuality. A friend of mine, Romeo, read it when it got published online and i kind'a like his comment about it. He sent me a message in the office and he said (and i quote) You did a good job. You put a different meaning to the word

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1104825772724431822004-10-28T15:56:00.000+08:002005-01-05T08:51:34.116+08:00

Youngblood now serves Cafe Blues. One of my very very early attempt for something near to a short story. I hope it was a decent work hehehe. Hmmm .. what is it about? well... just how it is that sometimes we missed out on the great things in life because we fail to acknowledge the best which are already in front of us. Unusual and extra-ordinary moments doesnt just happen, we make them happen.

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1098783908015272492004-10-26T17:44:00.000+08:002005-03-10T13:51:58.240+08:00

got this from somewhere ..."Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOO HOO - What a ride!"

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1098782238910730752004-10-26T16:54:00.000+08:002004-10-26T17:30:41.036+08:00

waaaaaahhh... when will this coughing and sneezing ever leave me at peace. All im asking is to be able to breathe easy in the morning with no "uhuhuhu" and "hachewww". Been having this darn flu since last week. I know i should go and have it checked, but as what i always say, i know my body and all it needs is a day or two of rest. Hehe, which i am not getting. I started with my gym session

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1097769185271086492004-10-14T23:37:00.000+08:002004-10-14T23:53:05.273+08:00

hehe.. me so happy *grin* *grin* at least i got a good news today ... wasnt really that big but im just glad =) youngblood (inq7.net) just informed me that they posted one of my poems... its my 3rd piece which got recognized by the paper/site. Im just thankful. Its one thing to write. Its another thing for your works to be read by both strangers and friends. But its also another thing for them

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1097574285114396082004-10-12T17:37:00.000+08:002005-03-10T13:45:37.596+08:00

me and some friends went over at Kahayag Cafe last night. It was my first time there, but sad to say there weren't any bands who performed. But still the place was nice, very cozy and the food is great. A bit on the high price if i may say, but taste good. ehehe... it's really an artists' haven. And in my case, even frustrated artists ehehe. I saw this small corner in the back side with all these

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1097027143476897842004-10-06T09:37:00.000+08:002004-10-06T09:45:43.476+08:00

how come angels cry and hide behind their solid wings when heaven is within their grasp their reality, a whisper closer to our dreams how come angels fall like torn leaf when season's change a sacrifice they blindly choose mortality, divinity, exchanged how come angels sin and create a black hole in their hearts they fall from grace and swayed the path paradise old, to paradise new a

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------ haven't really written anything for over a month now. Well, here something just to break the ice... ------ fallen wings I'll lend you my broken wings if it will mean you'll fly higher use it to call on to the wind to lead where your horizon ends I'll lend you my tattered wings if it will mean you'll see clouds a universe closer to your dreams and be a sky closer to your star

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1093832998857761392004-08-28T02:17:00.000+08:002004-08-30T18:21:56.200+08:00

Sited at East West cafe in one of the party places here in cebu, i found myself in the company of my new found friend. He calls himself Carlo, the Mojo guy. Haha, i wonder what he would think once he gets to read this one. Another one of my crazy, crappy blabber pieces. Mojo and I ... We're two different souls. Two different sides of a leaf, two different life and styles, two different spirits

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stirring my cup of coffee as i watch people pass me by i let the warm feeling from the mug, warm me a bit from the biting cold of the rain outside you asked if you could sit with me, i looked up and smiled, just enough gesture that you need and then... there you were right in front of me to hell with what they care we are but two strangers keeping the night company i find your wit

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Lost in this labyrinth built by fate herself I find myself as a microscopic object beneath her magnifying lens A tiny spec of dust performing yet another act of faith Destiny has me on-stage a puppeteer pulling on my strings She had me collect fragments of splintered glass with bare hands Which are scattered in shards where men thread upon And I watch as light

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hehehe.. just in case my dear cell leader, friend, angel happen to drop by .... HI SOY!!!! welcome to my own blabber space....thanks again for .... basta.. ehehe

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wish i could find something longer to write... or better yet.. wish i could finish some of my drafts scattered all over my desktop. There were a few moments i wasn't able to capture through writing... maybe its because I'm at a lost for words to justify them. Or simply yet, perhaps I'm just in drought... All i could come up with are these yakity poems... eheheheWell, heck! This is my own blabber

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i whispered a prayer and let go of a song in the air it fell in one of the rainbows but im not sure really where i tried to follow the path of its flight but it went out so quickly and was nowhere in sight i held on a prayer of laughter in my palms of secret smiles and sweet hello's of warm touch and tender charm but all too sudden it went away without a single word and all i have are

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now i have said my final goodbye to the grave where unrequited love lays comes a warm touch that caress my soul a soothing sound, a warm haven to a drifter that is me a cleansing rain slowly pours celebrating my new found joy with half-closed eyes i let it drenched me down to my skin i looked back to the grave where i once lay death was once my comfort but im moving on to see what

watermarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17381760203380812000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013403.post-1089166695329703952004-07-07T08:40:00.000+08:002005-03-10T13:37:52.703+08:00

ever tried standing in the middle of a deserted hiway for a long long time? where your legs feel so tired from prolonged vertical torture. Where nothing moves around you, not a soul. Where even the air has that certain kind of stillness. Well, i haven't. But I've felt like it.I've been standing in this long road of waiting. Where nothing lies behind me or in front of me. hmm.....finish this up

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He and I are two different beings. I call him the drifter.He was always falling and falling and falling. And for every fall he took, i fall with him. I hurt for him. I cry for him. The wind was his best companion as he took on each one of his journeys. It was painful seeing him being swept away and being dropped so suddenly from his flight. I wish i was his wind. That i might carry him to where

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"perhaps", says the wind i could blow her my way she might fall with my breath she might see me, i pray "perhaps", says the earth she'll come rest in my warmth my cocoon, her embrace my cradle, her charm "perhaps", says the fire the moth will come and join the dance find freedom in the swirl of the light a moment frozen for that single chance "perhaps" says she my heart is burned by the

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i know they cared and hurt as much to see me bleed and my heart crushed a thousand times i stayed so strong but I'm so damn tired and i want to belong they wiped my tear as i faked a smile "forget him" they said i say, " just give me some time" "He's not worth your tears, look at the other side" "I'll continue wiping till nothing falls" I replied "But why not tell him now? Tell him how

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You held my hand and whispered close "She makes me smile, and soothe my soul" i looked at you and smiled with glee i made a request "Just be happy for me" you said, you wish she'll know how you feel same here, i thought, make this words for real another time, another place another fall you will take another time, another place the same old fall i will make

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i give you my heart in a paper cup with a touch of tears and a pint of love seasoned with care and stirred by prayer my paper cup heart found haven in a corner a china you want i could never be a fragile piece you hoped to see my paper cup dreams drenched by the rain a crumpled pile of hope is all that remains

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